Chapter 15
Mike carried his drink to bed with him. Liz sat up in bed nude to the waist. "Come on," she said, "I was just about to start without you."
He climbed into bed, balancing the drink nicely, "I'm a slow starter," he said, "but I finish fast."
"Speed is not a consideration," she commented. "And listen, I just took a shower and gave myself a double scrub. I tell you that because I might ask you to give me a special kind of service."
"Anything for a lady," he said.
Liz dreaded these beginnings. They always shook her. But you couldn't get to the end without a beginning. She knew that. She had never drawn Mike before. She wondered if she could trust him. She would have to trust him. Actually Liz was weary. She felt like she was tumbling toward a dark cavern where she would rather not be.
She wondered when it had happened. One minute she had been a good wife and mother, as normal as applie pie and prune juice.
The next minute she was in heat for every good-looking broad in the Valley. After the first les affair, men were just something she had to do. It was the broads she hankered for. That Kathy was a wonderful girl-and what an experience. Terrific! She'd have to have her again.
And Mitch. Well, somehow he had sensed something and it had turned him off. She felt bad about that. She loved Mitch, so they'd just have to have a sexless life. She'd never give him up. But she didn't think he'd ever give her up either.
She remembered the trigger that had set her off.
She went to a neighbor's house for a swim because her own pool was being painted. She had been friends with Clarisse for two years. They both had a child about the same age and both had similar type husbands. Liz had always thought Clarisse was the lazy type. She was always sleeping and the maid did all the work.
When she got to Clarisse's house, the maid was off, her child away at school and the place was a mess. Clarisse was sleeping and all the doors were open.
She told Clarisse she was going to swim and left Clarisse sleeping on the bed. While Liz was swimming she couldn't get the picture out of her mind of Clarisse lying face down nude on the bed. What fascinated her was a tuft of hair between her legs that came down as a curl and was easy to see against the white bedspread.
The more she thought about it the more she decided she had to look once more. She dried off in her tight bikini and went back into the house. Clarisse was still sleeping in the same position. Liz just stood there looking. What a beautiful sight it was and how exciting. Clarisse stirred suddenly and Liz pretended she was dressing.
"Did you swim?" Clarisse yawned. Liz nodded.
Clarisse must have sensed something because she sat up, stretched, and said "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Liz said honestly. "I was just admiring your figure. It's sensational."
"Oh, you like it?" Clarisse answered. She got up and did a modeling half-turn. "I keep in condition, don't I?" She was nude and her figure was tight and firm.
Liz swallowed. Her throat was dry. She said huskily, "May I just touch?"
"Help yourself," Clarisse laughed, and walked to Liz.
Almost in slow motion, Liz let her hand glide over Clarisse's breasts, her stomach and her behind. She was hypnotized by the feel of Clarisse.
"That feels good," Clarisse laughed, "do it again." She threw out her breasts so they pointed straight forward.
Liz cupped both Clarisse's breasts and then not being able to stop, she bent and kissed Clarisse daintily on one nipple. That's when Clarisse got the idea. She looked at Liz strangely.
She was the kind of girl who was direct and honest and she said what she wanted to. What she said was, "Jesus, Liz I never knew you were queer. I mean, dug girls."
"I don't," answered Liz and she really believed it, "I just dig your beautiful body."
Clarisse moved away from her and put on a robe. That was the first sign of something amiss.
It was only a short time later that Liz tossed a dinner party at her home. It was a formal, sit-down dinner and everyone had a good time. Too good a time. One of Liz's cousins drank too much and she passed out. Mitch carried her into the bedroom to sleep it off.
After a bit Liz said she should look in on Anne to see if she was all right. She had no ulterior motive other than to see if Anne was okay.
In the bedroom Anne had apparently wakened, took off all her clothes except for panties and lay back on the bed. When Liz came in she was lying there staring at the ceiling. Liz asked if she was okay and she started crying.
Her crying became wracking sobs and Liz sat on the bed trying to quiet her and find out what was wrong. She showed Liz marks on her back. Her boy friend was sadistic and hit her often. That's why she had gotten drunk, to forget her romantic troubles.
Liz took note of Anne for the first time. She was pretty, a little plump but sexy and big busted. Liz held Anne in her arms and her damp nudity stirred Liz. Her face was next to Liz and her scented hair drove her mad.
Liz kissed her, what was meant to be a cousinly kiss, and Anne returned the kiss. She said she appreciated such tenderness and held onto Liz.
Liz decided right then and there even if her reputation and future were on the line, there was nothing she could do about it. She got up methodically and locked the door. Then she lay back on the bed with Anne.
Anne said, "Why did you lock the door?" She was a trifle younger than Liz but she looked older.
"Because," said Liz, "you're good enough to eat." She then took Anne in her arms and kissed her on the mouth her tongue exploring as she kissed.
"Oh?" Anne said. That's all she said. She slipped off her panties and Liz got out of her clothes. Then began a half hour of violent, searching love making. They made love until there was a knock on the door. It was Mitch and he wanted to know if everything was all right. Liz said everything was all right and if anything had a double meaning, that did.
After that Anne and Liz met at least once a week for encores. They enjoyed each other. After that it was easy. Anne introduced her to Marjorie and Marjorie introduced her to Ting and so forth. Soon Liz had no problems in the femme department.
But men were another thing. Liz wasn't repulsed by them but it seemed such a waste of time. She got no thrill at all. With Mitch she tried to put on an act but she wasn't much good at it.
Then she found that if a man gave her head, i.e., used his tongue on her, then she could indulge in daydreaming fantasies to go with it and get a thrill. It wasn't nearly as good as a girl affair but it got her by and kept her image intact.
Now she was with Mike and she didn't want the evening to be a perfect bust. So somehow she'd have to get him to do what she wanted and then return the favor.
Mike was kissing her breasts. "Lovey," he said, "they're like milk and honey." He went back to kissing.
Liz thought, "Men are such boys. When did a man say anything original to me-anything inventive. And why do they always start at the breasts? It's like the same tune done over and over. Why doesn't one man start at my pussy and work up?"
Mike said, "Turn over, love. You have the reputation of having the greatest ass in the Valley."
"Oh, Mike," Liz said, "you say such sweet things. But I'll bet you say that to all the girls with asses. No, Mike, why don't you kiss me here." She pointed. "That's where I like it best."
Mike kissed down her stomach and then parted her pubic hair for the long kiss.
"You're too gentle," Liz corrected. "Attack it."
Mike worked harder. His tongue felt rough. After a bit she was getting more irritated than thrilled. Something else would have to be done. She pulled on his hair and imitating him, said "Come up here, Love." He slid up her body.
"We have to think of something that will keep both of us busy and happy," Liz said.
"That's easy. You're a girl and I'm a boy and all we have to do is fit a round peg into a round hole."
Liz was almost ready to give up. "All right," she said resignedly. "If we must, we must,"
"I got another suggestion, love," Mike said. "Turn over on your stomach."
"That again?" But Liz turned over.
"Now," Mike smiled, "close your eyes and hold your breath."
"What the hell," Liz thought. "Something might happen."
Mike straddled her and parted her legs.
In one hard stroke he rammed into her anus. It was painful and surprising and she shrieked.
"Why you dirty bastard," she said as he just lay there letting her get over the initial pain.
"Why didn't you warn me?" she asked.
"Because if I had, like all the girls you would have said no." Mike started an easy, slow up and down motion.
"Ohh, Jesus, that hurts," Liz said, "stop."
Mike didn't stop. "You'll get used to it. With some women after they have it once or twice they never do it any other way. This will help. He put his hand under and stuck one finger way up her vagina and pressed back so he could feel the outline of his own penis.
"Now doesn't that feel better?"
"No, it hurts," Liz said. "Take it easy."
"Relax," Mike said. "Your muscles are tight. That's why it hurts."
Liz tried to relax. "Men" she thought. "They are such animals. Women are so much more understanding."
"Now we're flying, love," Mike said, sweeping down into her with long, sure strokes.
It wasn't so bad now, Liz admitted. She had never had this done to her before. It was so degrading it was different. She wished Mike's fingers wouldn't stick up so high. There was another spot she wanted massaged.
As if he had read her thoughts, he moved his fingers down where they could do more good.
Liz thought Mike felt surprisingly light for a big man but his penis was still stabbing her like a spear.
"It hurts," she said again. "Why didn't you use some vaseline?"
"Because," Mike said, continuing his up and down motions, "I've found that when the pain stops and it will, the relief and the feeling brings on a powerful orgasm. That's why, love."
Liz thought, "If that were only true. But I must say I'm not bored."
Mike said, "Now love. If you'll stop twisting and moving and just lie there and open your legs a little more, we'll get where we're going faster."
"Listen, you bastard," Liz said, "you've practically torn open my ass. I'm surprised I'm not bleeding to death so shut up and get it over with."
Mike whammed into her with long, powerful strokes and his fingers beat a tattoo on her clitoris.
Liz liked it now. The pain had faded and Mike's quicker movement seemed to vibrate all the right parts. She was enjoying it and shifted just a little in order to get full benefit.
Now Mike was going under a full head of steam. He shifted one hand to her tit holding her from behind. He had to hold her or he would have bounced off he was going at such a furious pace.
Liz thought she actually didn't want to get a thrill out of this. It was humiliating-so different from the smooth pink tongue of a female. The one act was so gentle and this one was so animal-like.
"I'm going to split you in two," Mike panted, "but while I'm splitting you, you're going to have the best damn orgasm you ever had. So hold on, love, we're going to climax together." He increased the speed of his pumping.
Liz thought, "It feels good. It does feel good but even if I could come this way I wouldn't and even if I did I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing it."
Mike was now riding high, his fingers moving at a furious pace and the hand on her tit milking her. She was sopping wet. She could feel it. And the muscles of her belly were beginning to tighten. She knew what that meant. It meant she was going to have a climax and the feeling was building up so her vagina was burning. It was a new kind of climax, starting from the rear and working to the front. And there was no soft tongue to lick her pleasures. Only a club impaling her ass with each stroke.
"Close, love, close," panted Mike. "Hold on. We're going to all sweep into a purple sky."
"You son-of-a-bitch," Liz panted, "would you make me come and get it over with. Fuck me, you bastard. Harder. Harder."
He rammed into her, raising off her ass with each rise and pounding deep into her with each fall.
"Oh, God," she cried. "I hate you. I hate all men. Please fuck me. I can't stand it." She was sobbing and her ass responding to the tattoo on its surface burned with pleasure never felt before.
"Hate me, love," he shouted, "because I'm going to shoot a quart of sperm into your ass. Right now."
And he held her tightly in a bear hug and shot the hot fluid into her.
At the same time she reached a climax and her whole body twitched and trembled. "Oh, God," she shrieked, "I'm coming. I'm coming."
She hated Mike and all men and her ass hurt. Oh, how it hurt.